A few nights ago, I was sitting at Ice House in Red Hook with DEH, when an old weathered drunk came up behind me and asked if she could touch my hair. Her breath smelled like cigarettes. Her lateral incisors were missing, and in the spaces they left behind, I saw the silver framework of a denture. “Do you mind?” she said, grabbing a handful. “I used to have hair just like this.”
“No problem,” I said. One of the many benefits of having grown up in a dysfunctional environment is that I’m down with basically all kinds of behavior.
I’m really proud of David Everitt Howe, because the film series he organized with Bradford Nordeen, “Dirty Looks,” is getting a lot of great press.
There was a piece about it on the New York Times website yesterday, which will appear in the paper Thursday.
And Art Fag City put together a really great guide of the series, which includes 31 screenings of Queer films throughout the city.
Last night, I went to see It’s A Jackie Thing by Charles Atlas at the W in Times Square, and I loved it, far more than his recent solo exhibition at Luhring Augustine, which I wrote about for Art in America.
But my first print review, a piece about Rosy Keyser at Peter Blum, was just published in ArtReview Magazine. It appears alongside of a piece by the formidable critic David Everitt Howe, who is incidentally one of my best friends, and also an amazing dancer. I am proud of it.
I would recommend highly that you go see it—it’s one of the only painting shows I’ve loved in years—but it closed in November. However, you should still check out Peter Blum. They do good shit. It’s one of my favorite galleries in New York.
And because I’m an art writer for the day, check out the brief Q+A I did with David Altmejd for Art in America. He’s exhibiting at the Brant Foundation in Greenwich, CT, and it’s worth checking out the show is you can get up there.